Those two brothers, they were the best of friends
They were never seen alone, always together at school or at home
Those two brothers
One was very good, he earned his parents praise
Everybody marveled at the way that he was raised
The other had a simple streak that led him away from good
He had a lot of trouble doing what he should
Those two brothers
No one was surprised when they were eighteen
While one served his Creator, the other on the streets was seen
You could find him with those brightsy lights, crying his best friends
Everybody wondered what'd be like in the end
Those two brothers
Those two men, they never saw each other
But deep at hear they still loved one another
Each one living on opposite side of town
One led his congregation while the other led the underground
One night there was a knocking on the Rabbi's door
An expensive baby carriage with a note on the floor
"Please take care of my son, may he never see a gun
Raise him as a good Jew, I hope he grows to be just like you
My dear brother"